Yes we're gonna have a wingdingA summer smoker undergroundIt's just a dugout that my dad builtIn case the reds decide to push the button downWe've got provisions and lots of beerThe key word is survival on the new frontier

Introduce me to that big blondeShe's got a touch of tuesday weldShe's wearing ambush and a french twistShe's got us wild and she can tellShe loves to limbo, that much is clearShe's got the right dynamics for the new frontier

Well I can't wait 'til I move to the city'til I finally make up my mindTo learn design and study overseas

Have you got a steady boyfriendCause honey I've been watching youI hear you're mad about brubeckI like your eyes, I like him tooHe's an artist, a pioneerWe've got to have some music on the new frontier

Well I can't wait 'til I move to the city'til I finally make up my mindTo learn design and study overseasLet's pretend that it's the real thingAnd stay together all night longAnd when I really get to know youWe'll open up the doors and climb into the dawnConfess your passion your secret fearPrepare to meet the challenge of the new frontier